An out of the box genre of poetry that is written in prose instead of verse. But there is a difference! Prose poems maintain poetic qualities of grand imagery and emotional consequences. Being a fusion of poetry and prose, this genre is an interesting narrative to read. Prose poems can take you deep in the theme with its story-telling. A great genre to explore!
Dear Irma I have great respect for you as well as all who preceded and who will follow you. I have refused to take any of you for granted even though I have never experienced your presence. Even though we
I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,
”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on
I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
That night had heavy rainfall lightning was shining in the sky that night, a poor farmer was cursing his poverty, as he could not see his children suffering from hunger from the neighbouring farmer’s cowshed he brought a cow before
My life was a bit of a calamity, I was on a loosing spree, nothing I could foresee, thinking, is this it for me? Then flash a glimpse of Infinity. Still, I wad walking a tightrope, head hanging down, I
Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in
Chastened by expectations. Seasoned by trial. All journeys begin the same. Roads diverge, yet all end at the same destination. Experiences vary, stories differ. But the results the same. Progress occurs by the nectar left behind. In this way, the
I met her few days ago In a beautiful garden May be a new friend though face was unknowable, but as if we were known to each other from time immemorial Innocent face, solemn lines on the forehead, eyes looked like
Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like
The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From
Exhaustion is obvious on our foreheads why does blood leak instead of sweat? It’is flowing in the tears instead of veins. What anxiety is body experiencing? Why exhaustion is in the eyes? Where do we have to go? What are
I was always overwhelmed at the thought of learning yoga….. Not that there is a possibility of me becoming a yogi, Or snub all mundane things I love, and brag! The sight of people in tights and and tops, the
Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in
At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and
i get tired of the people red yellow black white you are precious but not mine i dont know the people you’re young are you married you’re old is there passion what is your preferred toothpaste rich or poor, can
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
– Rise sun, oh, brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat and consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon one’s brow and often times showing no mercy. – Cast
Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air